In a dusty town a clock struck high
noon, two men stood face to face. One
wore black and one wore white, but of
fear there wasn't a trace. Two hundred
years later two hot rods drag through
the very same place, And a half a
million people Moved in to pick up the
pace, a factory full of people. Makin'
parts to go to outer space, a train load
of people. They were aimin' for another
place, out of town people. There's a man
in the window with a big cigar, says
everything's for sale. The house and the
boat and the railroad car, the owner's
gotta go to jail. He acquired these
things from a life of crime, now he's
selling them to raise his bail. He was
rippin' off the people. Sellin' guns to
the underground, tryin' to help the
people. Lose their ass for a piece of
ground, rippin' off the people. Skimmin'
the top when there was no one around,
tryin' to help the people. He was
dealing antiques in a hardware store but
he sure had a lot to hide. He had a
backroom full of the guns of war and a
ton of ammunition besides. Well, he
walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the
door with five pit bulls inside, Just a
warning to the people Who might try to
break in at night, protection from the
people. Selling safety in the darkest
night, tryin' to help the people. Get
the drugs to the street all right,
ordinary people. Well, it's hard to say
where a man goes wrong, might be here
and it might be there. What starts out
weak might get too strong, if you can't
tell foul from fair. But it's hard to
judge from an angry throng of hands
stretched into the air, The vigilante
people. Takin' law into their own hands,
conscientious people. Crackin' down on
the druglord's land, government people.
Confiscatin' all the dealer's land,
patch-of-ground people. Down at the
factory, they're puttin' new windows in.
The vandals made a mess of things, and
the homeless just walked right in. Well,
they worked here once, and they live
here now, but they might work here
again, They're ordinary people. And
they're livin' in a nightmare, hard
workin' people. And they don't know how
they go there, ordinary people. And they
think that you don't care, hard workin'
people. Down on the assembly line, they
keep puttin' the same thing out. But the
people today, they just ain't buyin',
nobody can figure it out. Well, they try
like hell to build a quality end,
they're workin' hard without a doubt,
They're ordinary people. And the
dollar's what it's all about, hard
workin' people. But the customers are
walkin' out, lee iacocca people. Yeah,
they look but they just don't buy, hard
workin' people. Two out of work models
and a fashion slave try to dance away
the michelob night. The bartender poured
himself another drink, while two drunks
sat watchin' the fight. The champ went
down, then he got up again, and then he
went out like a light, He was fightin'
for the people. But his timing wasn't
right, for las vegas people Who came to
see a las vegas fight, high rollin'
people. Takin' limos though the neon
night, fightin' for the people. And then
a new rolls royce and a company car they
went flyin' down the street. Each one
tryin' to make it to the gate before
employees manned the fleet. The trucks
full of products for the modern home,
set to roll out into the street Of
downtown people. Tryin' to make their
way to work, nose-to-the-stone people.
Some are saints, and some are jerks,
hard workin' people. Stoppin' for a
drink on the way to work, alcoholic
people. Yeah yeah, they're takin' it one
day, one day at a time. Out on the
railroad track, they're cleanin' up
number nine. They're scrubbin' the
boiler down, well, she really is lookin'
fine. Awe, she's lookin' so good,
they're gonna bring her back on line,
Ordinary people. They're gonna bring the
good things back, nose-to-the stone
people. Put the business back on track,
ordinary people. I got faith in the
regular kind, hard workin' people,
Patch-of-ground people. Letra Ordinary
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